Authors Note; Some of you have noticed, quite astutely, that this poem was somehow magically written before twilight was published. There is a confusing and confuddling tale involving a lot of running, a computer and a time-traveling Doctor which I will not get into here but the truth of the matter is that this poem was original written for Nick from Forever Knight but when Twilight came out it fit Edward so much better so I switched it. keeps the original publish date even though I moved it to another fandom. So there you go… unless of course, I really am Alice….
Pay Up:
By Gwathren
I watch them walk by with their stupid black shirts
Their black pants and nails
Hair and eyes.
But what do they know of true darkness?
The true black shadow cast as evil passes by.
The chilly fingers it draws down your spine.
What do they know?
What do they know of the evil that takes root in your very soul.
Rotting and corrupting flesh,
Spirit and mind.
Do they know of the hard road,
The quest to regain light,
Once lost is it lost forever?
The endless searching,
Seeking.
Search, seek, pry...
Pry deaths icy fingers from your heart.
Steal back the breath that death,
In passing grasps,
Leaving you to gasp and drown,
To claw for the light in the ever enclosing dark.
The clawing, the searching.
The endless thirst.
The thirst of that rough edged beast.
The deep devouring devil that seeks to taste,
To drown,
In a crimson river.
Flowing through time. The river of blood.
Of pain
Of death.
That flows through my footsteps.
That follows every path I take.
And endless spring following my path through time,
Ever lapping at my heels,
Teasing that dark mind,
That black seed that lies buried in my soul.
What the hammer? What the chain?
Can tear from me that which lies beneath...
That dark beast that feeds ever upon the crimson flood,
Lapping,
Ever following at my heels.
What know you then? Of my evil.
How much can black attire prepare you to greet the face I hide.
I hide...
You cannot hope to face or know,
The evil that casts an ink black shadow on everything,
Everything it touches.
That runs its chilly fingers down your spine,
And with two tiny pricks,
Stops your very heart and steals the breath from your gasping lungs.
Pray,
You never understand.
Pray, you never see the face that lies,
Behind the face prepared to meet the faces I will meet.
Forsake this lust for darkness and pray,
For the light.
The night indeed, has its price.
No darkness without a cost.
What will the immortal footman require?
What are you willing to give?
If you want my darkness,
Pay Up.